Chapter 30: Copyright Editor Arrives

A few days later.

Near noon, a passenger plane landed at Huizhou Tunxi Airport.

A woman wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a white women's shirt descended the airstairs; she had ear-length short hair, and her movements were clean and crisp, giving the impression of walking with the wind.

Exiting the airport, she got into a taxi.

The driver turned around and asked, "Beauty, where are you going?"

She took off the sunglasses on her face, smiled slightly, and said, "Huizhou Teachers College! Driver, do you know this school?"

The driver laughed, "Of course! We only have one university here; how could I not know it?"

As he spoke, the taxi started moving, heading toward Huizhou Teachers College.

The short-haired woman who had just boarded, appearing to be in her early thirties, seemed quite talkative; after getting in, she kept chatting with the driver.

"Driver, about how long will it take to get there?"

"Oh, very soon; at most half an hour."

"So close! By the way, Driver, is Huizhou Teachers College very famous here?"

"Hehe, definitely!"

"Hey! Driver! I heard the Huizhou cuisine here is very authentic, is that true? Besides stinky mandarin fish, what other famous dishes do you have here?"

The driver was also very talkative.

The two went back and forth, chatting very well.

About half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the main gate of Huizhou Teachers College.

The short-haired woman paid the fare, picked up a small luggage bag, and got out of the car.

After getting out, she instinctively looked up at the school gate of Huizhou Teachers College.

The school name on the gatehead was written with quite a bit of charm, looking somewhat aged.

But...

This school gate was not imposing at all; it looked less grand than the gates of some middle schools.

But inside the campus, it was lush and green; wherever one looked, there were trees large enough for two people to embrace, and these trees proved that this campus had been built many years ago.

"Huizhou Teachers College... Zhongyuan Yidianhui, Cao Sheng..."

The short-haired woman looked at the school gate, murmuring softly under her breath, the corners of her mouth rising slightly.

Today she represented Rongshu Xia to meet Cao Sheng face-to-face regarding a publishing agency contract; now that she had finally arrived at the gate of the university he attended, her mood was quite good, but she was also a bit apprehensive.

After all, the book Cao Sheng wrote, "Living with an Air Hostess," was the most popular one since Rongshu Xia was established.

Cao Sheng was also the first author she had arranged to meet.

Although she was confident in her communication skills, today was after all her first time, so she inevitably felt a bit apprehensive in her heart.

She didn't know if Cao Sheng would be easy to communicate with.

Nor did she know if she could really secure the publishing agency rights for his book on this trip.

And she was very clear that whether her trip succeeded or failed was of great consequence to Rongshu Xia's future development.

Rongshu Xia, as the first Chinese literature website in the country, had no role models to learn from; its future development would rely entirely on their own exploration.

But from top to bottom, everyone on their website held great expectations for its future.

After all, they were the first in the country!

Being the first in any industry means the future might be very brilliant.

And for Rongshu Xia to develop and find ways to achieve profitability was undoubtedly the most important thing.

Therefore, how to make a profit became what all the website's management most wanted to clarify.

They had not thought about charging readers.

After all, the website had only been established for a short time, and the total number of readers was not yet large; charging readers at this time would only drive away most of them.

Moreover, the current internet spirit was sharing.

Currently, almost all content on the internet was free, focusing on sharing with all netizens.

So, after Rongshu Xia was established, the best profit model the management thought of was to agency the publishing rights of high-popularity works within the site.

Through such agency rights, they would earn a small agency fee.

At the same time, it could also attract more capable authors in the country to publish works on Rongshu Xia.

Thereby forming a virtuous cycle.

Therefore, whether she could secure the publishing agency rights for "Living with an Air Hostess" on this trip was of great consequence.

The short-haired woman carried her luggage bag into the campus; along the way, she frequently stopped a student to ask which direction the Accounting major was in.

Coincidentally—He Xinglan, who was walking toward her, was also stopped by her.

"Hey! Beauty, hello! May I ask how to get to the Accounting major at your school? Um, I am asking about the freshman Accounting major; do you know?"

The short-haired woman smiled as she stopped He Xinglan and asked.

He Xinglan frowned slightly.

After looking the short-haired woman up and down twice and pondering for two seconds, she pointed her finger to the left rear, "Over there!"

After speaking, she lifted her foot and prepared to leave.

But she was stopped again by the short-haired woman, "Hey! Student, wait a moment! Let me ask one more thing; is Men's Dormitory Building No. 6 also in that direction?"

Men's Dormitory Building No. 6 was the dormitory building where Cao Sheng lived.

This time, the contact address Cao Sheng left for Rongshu Xia was specific down to his dorm room number; now, it was already lunchtime.

She estimated that the school teachers had already gotten off work, so she thought she might as well go to Cao Sheng's dorm to find him.

He Xinglan glanced at her again, a strange look in her eyes.

But she still nodded.

The short-haired woman hurriedly thanked her, and He Xinglan brushed past her with an indifferent expression.

The short-haired woman also headed toward Dormitory Building No. 6.

Along the way, she stopped two more students to ask.

A moment later, she arrived at Cao Sheng's dormitory door.

—Dorm 107, Building 6.

This building had no wall around it, and a boys' dormitory didn't need a wall for protection.

So she reached the dormitory door with no trouble at all.

The dormitory door was wide open, and inside a few boys were sitting or standing about.

The short-haired woman stepped forward, knocked on the door, drawing the gazes of the boys inside. She smiled and tucked a strand of short hair behind her ear. "Hello, students! Is Cao Sheng staying here?"

Pang Yunhai, Song Chao, Wei Dongming, and the others looked at her. Hearing her ask for Cao Sheng, their expressions all turned a little odd.

Pang Yunhai stood up and walked over. "That's right! Cao Sheng is in our dorm. You're looking for him? May I ask who you are to him?"

The smile on the short-haired woman's face didn't waver. "Yes! That's right, I'm here to find him. Um, I'm an editor from Under the Banyan Tree — I'm here to discuss copyright agency with him. Where is he now? Not in the dorm?"

"What? Under what tree? Copyright editor? You're here to talk copyright agency with Cao Sheng?"

Pang Yunhai was dumbfounded.

Song Chao and Wei Dongming were equally baffled.

The short-haired woman was a little surprised by their reaction.

She thought: Could it be that as Cao Sheng's roommates, none of them even know he writes? Did I come to the wrong place?

Thinking this, she instinctively backed out of the dorm and looked up at the room number on the lintel.

The room number was correct.

……

A dozen or so minutes later.

Cao Sheng had just finished eating at the cafeteria and walked into his dorm when he saw a short-haired woman in her thirties sitting inside.

He was a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was that Pang Yunhai, Wei Dongming, and the others in the dorm were looking at him with very strange expressions, as if seeing him for the first time.